"You'd better confine your attentions to the library; it's much more worthy of your consideration," she replied, evidently wishing to change the subject. "With pleasure," acquiesced Stanley, following her lead. "And what am I to discover there?" "Nothing. Now I come to think of it, it's already pre-empted." "Who are our literary lights?" "Lady Isabelle McLane and Lieutenant Kingsland." "I should never have suspected it of either of them," he replied, manifestly surprised, for Kingsland's literary tastes, as evidenced on the Thames, had not been of an elevated nature; and Lady Isabelle was too conventional and well-ordered a person to care to read much or widely. "Nor should I," agreed his hostess; "but they remain glued to the bookcases, and to see them going into raptures over an undecipherable black letter volume, adorned with illustrations that no self-respecting householder would admit to his family circle, is, considering the young lady's antecedents at least, rather amusing. They've the room entirely to themselves." "Oh!" said Stanley, and they both laughed. "But the Marchioness is certain that it is literary enthusiasm," she assured him. "My dear Mrs. Roberts," said the Secretary, "that is merely the wisdom of age." And they laughed again. "And now," he added, "if you'll permit, I'll begin my tour of exploration, by finding where my belongings are bestowed." As he spoke, a footman was at his side, and his hostess, nodding cheerfully to him, left him to his own devices. Stanley's room was charming, and he was so busy examining its curiosities that the sound of the dressing-bell awoke him to the realities of the situation with a start of surprise that he could have unconsciously idled away so much time. But then there was a fireplace, almost as large as a modern bedroom, ornamented with blue tiles of scriptural design, blatantly Dutch and orthodox; and the great logs resting on fire-dogs, that happened to be lions, which caused most of the guests to break the tenth commandment in thought, and neglect to break it in deed, only because they were unsuited both by weight and design for surreptitious packing in bags or boxes. Also there was the wall paper, rejoicing in squares of camels, and groves of palm trees, amidst which surroundings fully a hundred Solomons received a hundred blushing Queens of Sheba. Moreover, there was a huge four-poster into which you ascended by a flight of steps, and from the depths of whose feather-beds you were only rescued the following morning by the muscular exertions of your valet, which, as Kingsland aptly remarked at dinner, was a tremendous cinch for the family ghosts, as they could haunt you all night long if they liked, without your ever being able to retaliate.